Dark places

No sound

Was this my familiar bed and place?

Or was this new and strange.

Only smells and touch to tell me

I was restrained to my bed

For I was unable to grow.

I was loved

Undeniably loved

By people I could never see,

People I only few times heard.

I always knew the familiar vibration of the words "I love you" 

Or my blanket that buzzed in waterfall formation

Or my Jakey growling into my neck to make me giggle.

I can see now

And I can hear

Among the white clouds and family members past

And I can hear mommy

Saying she didn't have enough time with me

She'll see me one day

But for now, I'm taken care of,

And the vibrations are still my favorite.